The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1252 - 1175: Came to See Him

Chapter 1252: Chapter 1175: Came to See Him

Fan Rou waved her hand, "No, no need."

"Then goodbye, let’s meet again." Ye Ranran closed the car window.

All the way, Ye Ranran remained very calm, excessively calm; it was this very calmness that made Fan Rou feel uneasy.

She secretly followed Ye Ranran.

But she didn’t expect Ye Ranran’s driving skills to be so good. She followed until she lost her.

Watching the cars passing back and forth, Fan Rou stamped her foot.

Ye Ranran placed flowers in front of Song Ze’s grave; she also bought vegetables and soup, as well as rice and rice noodles.

She laid out the items and finally sat down leaning against Song Ze’s tombstone.

"I’m visiting you again," she looked up at the sky.

"I said last time that I would bring something for you, and I remembered this time."

"I’m sick. After visiting this time, I don’t know when I’ll be able to come again."

"I remember you don’t like drinking alcohol, so I didn’t buy you any. You’re not mad, are you?" She withdrew her gaze.

The photo of him was still the same as the last time she came. She knew it would never change.

"Actually, I planned to come later today, but there was an accident and I ended up having extra time, so I came earlier."

Rambling on, she told him many things, like how she had to take medication every day and constantly struggle against illness.

"Don’t worry about me. This life was saved by you; I will live well." Before leaving, she hugged the tombstone as if she were holding him.

It was just that the warmth she touched was no longer warm.

Having left the Song Family cemetery, dizziness struck her, and Ye Ranran fell to the ground, having a severe seizure, her body convulsing in pain.

The cell phone in her pocket rang, and Shen Yuzhe’s distinctive prodding voice came through:

"Where have you gone to die? Hurry back."

It was a ringtone he had specifically recorded for his own number, first to signify his importance and, secondly, naturally to ensure she didn’t forget when to return.

Ye Ranran’s consciousness started to clear a bit. She intended to answer the call when suddenly a severe pain shot through her back as if someone had stepped on her; then her body started uncontrollably rolling.

The slope was already steep, and she had been lying in a hollow which had initially kept her body stable. Now things had changed completely, turning her into a rolling ball.

This, too, was good; it meant she didn’t have to suffer as much pain, Ye Ranran thought, a smile curving her lips.

Huo Yi was training in the woods—his daily routine was to exhaust himself to the point of collapsing on his bed and falling asleep upon closing his eyes.

This way, he didn’t have to think about anyone or be burdened by longing.

Just as he was sprinting through the woods with sandbags tied to his feet, Ye Ranran rolled down the slope right in front of him.

He thought to himself that he and she must really have fate together; otherwise, they wouldn’t keep meeting like this.

But this fate was indeed too shallow, not enough for a lifetime together.

"Ranran, Ranran?" He crouched in front of her, patting her face.

Ye Ranran bit her lip hard, her eyebrows tightly furrowed as if she was suppressing immense pain.

Her outer clothing was torn by branches and wild grass, and she had even lost one of her shoes. Huo Yi unfastened his sandbags and lifted her up.

The military base was not far from here; he carried her back.

The phone that had rolled out of her pocket was still ringing on the hillside, unclear for how long, until it finally went dark.

Huo Yi brought Ye Ranran back to where he lived. As a commander of the army, his place was naturally not too shabby.

Of course, the military base was a modest place. At its best, it was just spacious with several more rooms.